Certain
a lack of compassion
drives the “sane” to be “sinister”---
ne’er was a truth so certain to be
than to deprive a person of freedom &
then wonder what will happen as a
result, or to force them under these conditions
(of which we’re all beat down upon daily) to live without a friend,
or worse yet, to live as one who has been
decided by others,
to be unworthy of such love, to be unworthy
of the bare necessities of life &
then to be expected not to burst open
with a vitriolic & violent repercussion---
be it a school shooting, a serial killer, a
genocidal dictator or just a plain ol’
monday morning
murder,
which leaves all (those whose lack of compassion on
any given day has subsequently “blessed” the rest of us) with
an “errant” taste in the mouth &
the constant, annoying, question of
“why, why, why did this happen?!”
as if there had never been another way---
embracing the addict,
in opposition to condemnation
embracing the lonely,
in opposition to ostracization,
embrace those who defy definition,
in opposition to labeling them “strange” or “wrong,”
so as to further cast them out,
is the only certain way to
build a better world.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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